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Kim’s Tail
Chapter 5
By
Rubberwolf
2008
Story codes: bd, reluctant, nc, beast, rp, mc.
Honey edged out of the room that had been her prison for an eternity of degradation and pain. Blinking she edged into the light of day. After a while she saw that she was in a large, enclose, courtyard, about the same size as her room. A large metal gate, with vertical steel bars stood open at one end of the compound and she could see an even larger yard beyond. Other dogs, real dogs, were lounging about or playing in the warm sun. The gate had wheels on the bottom of it and, she assumed, would slide across the entrance in order to close it.
As she adjusted to the light she stepped further into the compound. A hissing noise behind her indicated that the door to her old room had closed and, turning around, her suspicions were confirmed. Turning around she noticed, that she was next to a small structure of some kind and, walking forward she found that a sturdy wooden kennel, with the name Honey painted in bright pink letters across the front opening. Great, she had her own doghouse.
Moving forward she edged her head into the kennel to see that it contained a new duvet, as well as a selection of dog toys. Backing out she could see a chain similar to her old one held at collar height. A food dish and water bowl had been left out for her and she quickly lowered her head and began to eat ferociously. If she was sharing with other dogs, they might want to steel her food and so she ate quickly, lifting her head occasionally to look at the other dogs. Satisfied, she licked her bowl clean and then lapped at her water dish. Only then did she raise her head and look at her smaller yard.
Re-adjusting her eyes to the gloom in the smaller yard. Five other kennels were arranged around the yard and sported names like Tyson or Rover. An assortment of dog toys littered the yard and some of the blankets had been pulled out of the kennels. It smelt heavily of dog.
Looking back to the larger yard, Honey saw that there were more than five dogs in the yard. She needed to investigate. If she was ever going to find her way out of here, she needed to see what was in the larger yard. Tentatively, she edged out. Several of the dogs had raised their heads and were now paying attention to her. Focusing what courage she had left, Honey paced forward. Some of the dogs had stood up and were now making their way towards her. Although, she considered, bounding would be a better word.
Frightened, Honey stopped in her tracks as the first dog, a Golden Retriever, reached her. Licking her face, he then walked around her. Honey, shuffled around to face him, but decided that this would do no good, as another dog, a German Shepherd joined her. Both animals now began to sniff her, angling around to her crotch. Honey jumped as a cold, wet nose suddenly bumped against her exposed pussy. It sniffed a couple of times and then came around the front to lick her face and body, while the second dog took her sent in the same manner.
Soon, animals, perhaps as many as twenty, surrounded her as they explored their new arrival. However, eventually the dogs began to wonder off to one corner or another and Honey was left with the first two who seemed pleased to have a new friend, bounding playfully and yapping. In the end, she decided to join them and spent a vigorous afternoon playing tussle with a rope loop. Eventually, exhausted, she collapsed in the shade, joined by her new friends.
Looking around, she saw that the compound that contained her kennel was not alone and that another three similar gates dominated one entire wall of the compound. Honey and the dogs spent the rest of the afternoon lounging in the yard, only getting up to drink from their water bowls, or to defecate in a corner of the yard.
Finally, as the sun started to set, a familiar buzzer sounded and, as if choreographed, all of the dogs stood as one and trotted off towards their various kennels. Honey followed suite and was soon attached to the magnetic lock on her chain. This chain had more movement than the last and, unlike her other cellmates, she was annoyed to see that she was the only one secured in such a manner. She was; however, glad to see that her new friends were in the same cellblock as her. She also discovered that the golden retriever was called Sunny, while the Shepherd was called Cal. The three other occupants were Tyson, a Rotty, Rover, a Collie, and Prince, a Great Dane. All of the animals turned to the gate as it rattled across the entrance, sealing them in for the night.
Rather than sleeping in their own kennels, her two friends took pity on her and joined her. It was a tight squeeze, but proved quite warm, although Cal snored like an old boiler. Eventually, Honey fell asleep, strangely content with her new life after so much recent brutality and subjugation.
The buzzer announced that it was time to get up and Honey was instantly awake, as she had been trained to be. Extracting herself from the mound of bodies was not easy, but the other dogs were also on the move and soon, after a little jostling, Honey stood outside and sidled up to the side of the shed, latching her leash onto the hook. As soon as it connected, the lead popped open, allowing her to leave. Quickly, after lapping water from her bowl, which was fixed to the floor, honey followed the other dogs into the yard.
She spent a pleasant morning lounging around or playing chase with the dogs and then, something strange happened. A rattling noise from what she had first thought to be guttering drew her attention. Pipes stretched down from above the small yards, Honey had thought that they were just drain pipes, but they started to drop food and water into the bowls. Now she knew why they were fixed in place. The tubes retracted to their original place and, although all of the dogs were standing attentively looking at the food, none of them moved. Finally, the familiar feeding buzzer sounded and Honey joined in the mad rush to get to the food bowls.
This is how she now spent her days. Lazily lounging about in the sun, since it had proved to he a warm summer, having her food delivered once a day and sleeping either in the kennel, or dragging her blanket outside and snuggling up with the rest of the pack. This became more the norm as the other dogs in her pack bundled into one fury mass as the evenings became cooler.
The evenings were definitely getting cooler and her pack had bundled together for the night. Honey twitched in her sleep as she dreamed. She was not Honey in her dreams, but Kim. She was standing in the forest. Sunlight spilled down onto her naked breasts as she stood waiting. She wore the leather harness that she had discovered in the stables, along with the bit, bridal and reins. Looking down she saw that she was wearing the strange pony boots that she remembered wearing in those early days. She also wore the hoof gloves and she could also make out the wooden shafts of the small cart that she had pulled. Unlike her last outing, her wrists were strapped to her forearms with thick leather straps. She also squirmed uncomfortably from something stuck in her ass. Looking down, she caught sight of a long, blond horsetail sticking out of her bum
“Come on bitch, I said that I needed to race you, not watch you take in the scenery,” Jim Stars baritone voice boomed out.
“Crack.”
Kim jumped as the familiar pain from the whip leapt across her exposed buttocks and she surged forward as she joined the track and started to pull. The cart was quite heavy now that it had an occupant, but she was used to working out and soon had found a comfortable stride.
As well as the tail, the other uncomfortable item was the leather strap that ran between her legs. It had been pulled tighter than she had worn for her run and rubbed against her clit, arousing her as her body moved in her rhythmic sway.
“God you’re a horny little filly aren’t you,” Jim taunted from the back.
Kim kept running as the whip cracked and her juices began to coat the leather, lubricating it and making it pull smoothly along her exposed clit. The sound of creaking leather was joined by a strange noise that she could not place.
Whup, whup, whup, whup
Kim woke. It was daylight, but the strange noise was still there.
Whup, whup, whup, whup.
Suddenly Kim knew what the sound was as stood up. The helicopter. Kim could hear the helicopter. Craning her neck around she struggled to catch a glimpse of it, but was unable to. The helicopter had obviously flown in on the same tack that had delivered her, so that the compound was not visible from the helicopter.
However, this didn’t matter. Help was here. They had come looking for her. Kim was overjoyed. Rescue at last. It was Kim and not Honey who tried to shout, sitting up to wave her arms, as best she could. Which was her mistake. Weather it was the fact that she was trying to articulate human noises, rather than barks or whines, or weather she waved her arms in some sort of human pose, she could not know, but whatever she did, she realized her mistake as the shock collar sent a vicious jolt of lightning through the electrodes against her neck, sending her body into uncontrollable spasms, which seemed to last for a painful, cramp filled, eternity, before unconsciousness mercifully claimed her.
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